𝙰𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 | 𝚃𝚘𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚡 𝙾𝙲 (𝟷𝟾+)

24 ~ I'm Proud Of You

Tom Holland

Christmas morning rolled around quickly. Decorations covered the house, the tree set in front of the fire place (at a safe distance so nothing catches on fire of course), presents under the tree and random Santa hats situated around the house, hanging nicely over hooks and lights. The house has never been this decorated before- yes, there was always a tree, though it hasn't been this busy; especially not busy with more halloweeny decorations than Christmas ones. I'm not complaining though.. It feels like I'm finally having a Christmas I never had as a kid, and all I can do is thank Ruth.

I sigh, running my fingers through her dark hair as she sleeps soundly on my chest. The room is dark, aside from the gentle purple glow of the LEDs around the room that Ruth happily placed; mostly wanting it for 'spicy time', yet now it's more-so a night light for her, due to her fear of the dark. I think that was the main purpose of them, but I'm not complaining. The soft glow is calming.

Placing a gentle kiss to her head, my hand rubs up and down her bare waist, loving the warmth of her body against my side, and under my palm. Going lower, I gently grasp her ass in my hand, kneading the flesh gently and watching her face screw up before relaxing again- she's such a heavy sleeper. 

Remembering the conversation we had months ago about how she liked the idea of being fucked in her sleep, I take it as consent, moving my hand between her thighs and onto her covered pussy. I gently circle my finger over the material on her clit, intensely watching her face as her eyebrows screw up and her mouth parts, letting out a heavy breath.

Pushing the cotton to the side, I trace my finger up and down her sodden folds, groaning quietly at the feeling of her wetness on my finger. I push her onto her back, carefully to make sure I don't wake her, before kissing her neck as my fingers part her folds to rub her throbbing bud. Ruth whimpers, bucking her hips slightly in her sleep. I smirk against her neck, moving my head down to her bare breast and taking one of her pebbled nipples into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the peak. 

Gradually going further down her body, I push her thighs further apart to fit myself in between them, nibbling and sucking on the flesh, inching closer to her dripping and glistening cunt. Licking a broad stripe over her folds causes a moan to erupt from her throat. Looking up, I watch her wriggle against the sheets and pillow, her eyes squinting open as she looks around the room in a confused state. I dip my head back down to suck on her clit, watching her as she throws her head back and latches a hand into my hair on instinct.

"Shit..." She whimpers, arching her back slightly as she grinds lazily against my face. I moan against her, gripping her thighs as I suck and slurp. The sounds were obscene, wet squelches and wanton moans filling the room as she nears her edge, my name falling from her lips continuously. 

Ruth nails scrape my scalp gently, tugging on the short strands on my head as she gets nearer to her climax, begging and pleading to push her over that edge. Any other day, I would've probably edged her a couple of times before overstimulating her, but it's Christmas. And it's the season of giving, right?

I nip and lick on her folds, dipping my tongue inside of her and thrusting the muscle in and out of her tightness. She groans, looking down at me with lustful eyes. Both of us covered in a thin layer of sweat, my face wet with her arousal and flushed. Her hairs messy from sleep, her lips still swollen due to the morning, shiny with spit and red marks cover her bottom one from her continuous biting and nibbling amongst the flesh.

Feeling her get to the edge, I push my face further into her, shaking my head with her clit in my mouth as she cums with a silent scream, rubbing herself on my face as she comes down from her high. Climbing up her body, I smirk down at her once I reach her head. She pants, moving her hair from her face as she looks up at me with a tired smile.